[And this is the point that the Clam jumps down from his hiding place, situating himself just between Squid Girl and the whirlpool. He glubs and burbles another haughty-sounding laugh before glancing back to the shadows for a moment, and out lumbers a rather disinterested looking Trubbish.
Clams don't have hands. You don't think he tied Squid Girl up by himself, do you?]
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Clams don't have hands. You don't think he tied Squid Girl up by himself, do you?]